Black And Blue Novels & Stories

"Yes he has, Ibekwe. Be strong and have faith." James shuffled towards the door. "James!" "Yes, Ibekwe." "What will you call your new book?" "I thought of a simple but strong name. I will call it: Shading Black: The trilogy of an African village. The name fits it." "James!" Ibekwe called again. "Yes, Ibekwe." "The name of your book is perfect. Thank you for everything." James kept quiet. He raised his hands and wiped the tears in his eyes. "Goodbye, Ibekwe," he said.

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

The scent of lavender filled Grace’s nostrils as she stepped into the office. The office was similar to Mr Black's office, it was Big and had a mix of all shades of Grey and Black, it was a calm office, one that seemed to resonate with the owner. The only pop of colour were the lavender Flowers that was situated at the four corners of the room.

After the tenth match, the captain of the Dornishmen appeared in full grey-and- blue armour and a cape. "Theo Alexand, the Black knight," Daerason whistled. "I guess he just wants to test his strength. What a bully." Apparently, Theo Alexand had not seen defeat in any of his battles, his might insured that he was feared. "Who shall face me?" Barked the knight. No one dared to come out. Everyone feared the big, black knight. "Seriously no one is foolish enough to take him on," laughed the Prince. "You over exaggerated Theo's strength. He can still bleed. That makes him man," the king said calmly.

the council leader from my pack said. I walked and stood close to my father, hoping they would change their mind but I was so wrong about it. " I want to welcome both Packs to this gathering. It is with great pleasure to have you here. This gathering is just to inform both parties of the implications and what is required of the" he said. His voice sounded like a sword piercing through my heart. I swallowed hard as I tried to ignore the eyes that were on me. " This will lead to a blood marriage between both parties. Your souls will be bound together by dark magic from the moment the oath is taken. And none of you should hurt each other nor are you to betray" he said.

His Royal Assholeness is standing on the other side. Of course he fucking does. Roman is dressed entirely in black, because apparently Christmas couldn’t convince Satan’s heir to discover color. Dark coat, black sweater, black jeans and damp hair from the rain and snow outside. He looks tired, but there’s no obvious guilt waiting on his face. Instead, his hands remain buried inside his pockets, jaw tight and expression frustratingly unreadable. The same man who told me I wasn’t worthy of him now looks back like appearing outside my dorm after destroying what little confidence I had left is completely reasonable. I consider shutting the door. His eyes flick towards it before returning to mine

Blue said so I turned to him. "Seriously? Now 10:40 pm? Who the hell crazy person would visit late at night, huh?" annoyed my question. "Ahm, us?" Blue said questioningly so I turned to him and looked at him badly. He calmed down and nodded. I stared at him and just sat on my bed. Tsk. This jerk. I think he wanted to be beaten in no time. "Blue is right. We can't show it to her husband, you know her husband is a member of the Mafia. Not just a member but a Boss." said Black coldly.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Simon pointed at the girl who sat beside me, "this is Pain. That's her boyfriend, Blood." Can you say Goth? Black hair, black nail polish, black eyeliner and eye shadow so thick it touched the cheekbones, black lipstick, black clothes, black, black and more black. Yes, on both of them. I couldn't tell what either of them looked like under all the gloom. For all I knew, they could have been related. Ick. Pain bobbed her head slowly, once. Blood dug into his food like it wasn't dead yet. Nice.